It's been a while

The events of my life have become so unbelievable that I've begun to doubt my own sanity.


Something must be in the air.


Maybe I've had too much acid in my time.


I'm sure I've had enough opiates.

I should probably write a book before I'm dead.  That's what everyone tells me.  If I were to believe in such a thing as having a purpose, I think I could live with that.  Give me some Adderall, a typewriter, and a week.


I'm ready for simplicity.